Quotes About Romance

He wasn't a carrier of commitment-phobia or other notable boy diseases and he used expensive moisturizer. That's about all it takes to bang my gong.

Not an agent kiss, not anything remotely resembling a peck-on-the-cheek kiss, but a let's-get-started kiss. One that even in hardened, love-tired Los Angeles had a better-than-even shot of producing a happy finish

Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. "I said I was a virgin, not a monk," he said, kissing me again. "If I find I need guidance, I'll ask.

Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.

I think it's vital that we do not sleep together. You know, for the safety of the world." His eyes sparkled and there was just a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," I said, and smiled back at him. "But kissing is allowed, right?" "Oh, definitely," he said, pulling me close. "After all, the warrior always wins the heart of the fair young...man.

Why the coy drama? I want him and he wants me; who needs subtext?

For Darkness Shows the Stars is a breath-taking romance about opening your mind to the future and your heart to the one person you know who can break it.

Hey," he pulled away and put his hand on my face. "What are you thinking about?" "Your butt," I admitted.

Pleasanter surprise," he managed, backing us away from the threshold. There's the idea. I pushed him gently against the wall and started tugging on his shirt. "About to get even pleasanter," I murmured against his neck as my fingers found the drawstring of his pants.Bad grammar is such a turn- on.

Her lips parted. Vaughn nearly died on the spot. He pulled her in. The guitar strummed its protest. Neither of them cared. She had her hand on his neck, the side of her thumb notched under his jaw, forefinger tips pressing into the nape of his neck as if saying, closer, more. He shoved the guitar to the floor, and it clattered against the wood. She broke away, panting. 'Oops.

The tiniest of earthquakes seemed to rustle through him, the kind that shakes petals off flowers, as Justen became aware of the gulf between what he was supposed to feel for Persis Blake and what he actually did.

I really wish your boyfriend would stay out of my love life." "Funny. I bet Felicity wishes her boyfriend would stay out of it, too.

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.

I love you," he said, as he parted her lips with his own and then kissed her. After a moment he added, "I love you with everything I have, and with all that I am.

When I was younger - it might be a romantic idea - I always thought I might go crazy.

I don't have any romantic ideas about marriage. Trust me. A white dress... ? No. It's not something for me.

Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!

When all my dreams come true, they'll all be about you".

Stubborn Cajun meets stubborn Cajun. Will they get together or drown each other in the bayou? ~Ric

Chasing down international killers without a firearm is easier than facing my feelings for you.

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He laughed when she wrinkled her nose at the water that dripped on it. "Here, baby," he said softly. "Let me dry that little bit of nose real fast before it washes off my freckles." She grinned. "Your freckles?" "Mine. All five," he said, and just to prove he could, kissed her again.

We would meet outside the same wine bar we had gone to on our first date, and from there we would wander through the city for five or six hours since neither one of us had a private place that we could retreat to. Walking out in the open for so long only helped to draw us closer. There was too much space on the avenues, and the side streets were often too crowded with people and cabs hurrying to cut across town. To counter that we held each other's hands and arms, ribs and waists.